The Myth Of Male Power Novels & Stories

I’ve always dreamed of furthering my education, because it would make me feel more complete and accomplished as a woman, and it would also make me feel more equal with the men here in the mafia, seeing as only men were allowed to further their education and be whatever they want to be… why the women were to stop at high school, and be married off to a man, and then to birth babies for the said man and that was that. It didn’t matter to people that we were growing and getting more advanced, it didn’t matter to them that everyone in other countries were leaving their old ways behind and making way for new things to come in, it didn’t matter that gender equality was now recognized in a lot of o

He says, raising his voice again. I swear to the Goddess, the next thing I throw across the room will be him. I rub my forehead and sigh. “Okay, first, please don’t say that 'cause that’s just disrespectful, not to mention gross. Second, it’s weird that you know about my sex life. That shit is fucking private.” “It’s not exactly fucking private when they brag about it out in the open for everyone to hear like the whores they are. Yet another reason why males are the leaders, and the females should stay in the house.” He says, shaking his head.

There’s no doubt in my mind. My wolf’s hackles raise. She senses her mate closing in, and she’s eager to watch him bleed out her enemies. I want that, too. They put their hands on me. They terrorized my girls. Destroyed our cabin. Worse, this whole plot is about taking us back to a time where the males are the only ones with a say, and there’s no need to work anything out with a female because might makes right. They look around at happy females, and think: There’s something wrong with this picture.

Elder Monroe shifted uncomfortably in his seat, but it was Elder Grayson that answered. "Because a man doesn't need to earn his authority," he said, slow but steady, yet with firm conviction. "He was born with it. Males and females cannot even be compared when it comes to strength, and I am guessing you know the gender that is stronger." Elder Monroe nodded as if those words made a lot of sense. The words landed like a slap right in my face. So bold and unfiltered. So matter of fact. "Maybe that is the problem then. That's why we have so many Alphas who rule with ego instead of wisdom."

The atmosphere felt tense, and I sensed that a final decision about his future was looming. My training to become the next Mother had been rigorous, but I felt like a different person now. I had been taught never to depend on a man; we women are meant to be strong and to look out for ourselves and each other. The success of our society—thriving under the weight of patriarchy for over a millennium—proves that we can achieve so much. Men are only useful to us as breeders, necessary for our survival, but ultimately a hindrance to our true power. We produce the legacies, yet we also have a duty to save young women from the streets, abusive homes, or dire situations, like in the case of Rose.

Apparently, human men had spent centuries hogging all the power just to burn the planet to a crisp. “Unbelievable,” I scoffed, tapping another link. Out here, human women actually had rights. They could vote, own property, and speak without being snarled at and yet their men still somehow managed to hold the throne long enough to boil the oceans. It was deeply irritating. But it was also comforting to know that whether werewolf or human, a massive ego, zero common sense, and unmatched audacity were universal male traits. “Nyx,” my mother called. I flinched, immediately slipping the phone into the pockets of my clothes —one of the hundreds of outfits Zade had purchased for me over the past fe

I couldn't believe that someone in a position of power could still hold such archaic beliefs. "See you're young and this young new generation believes in all this equality stuff but when you get older you'll change your mind. Women belong in the home and men in the workforce so if you don't agree with my point of making the workforce a ratio of 70-30, we should probably stop talking."

Trying to shut both, her eyes and her senses, for what she was experiencing was a hard blow to her self-worth. 'The Raichands! The Princes! The chiefs! All are the same, the wretched mentality of men! Isn't it?' They could use a woman whenever he wanted, however they wanted, making them a pawn in their petty games and then the instant they would realize that the pawn had turned useless and the game was over, they would try to unburden their shoulders the very next moment. And if by any chance, her dear husband believed her to be pawn in his little play-down, then he is the biggest buffoon in the world.

When Broderick and Amy got inside his car, Amy asked him,"how did you escape the prison?" "A powerful man is not just someone who is the richest person, a powerful man is the most mysterious man. Michael thinks he's powerful cause he owns my company, that's not how power works. You need to will power by reason of your influence. Being a powerful man is not even a position that can be inherited, power is not a throne, it's a force," Broderick said.